I am thrilled to post that we are having a good school year so far. That sounds like such a simple statement, but something that many parents probably take for granted.
Last year was, for lack of better terminology, a disaster. G-man dreaded school almost everyday. He did not want to do his homework, or read his books, or practice his sight words… or anything related to school. Getting him out of bed was a struggle. Getting him in bed at night was a struggle. Everything in between was an emotional landmine waiting to detonate. I tiptoed around his existence, attempting to circumvent the meltdowns. He never had behavior problems in school, per se, but his teacher tiptoed around him as much as I did, and catered to his every whim.
So, of course, a giant fear in my mind was that we would start this year, first grade, with greater expectations and harder work; therefore compounding an already established problem.
I can’t speak highly enough about the teacher we have this year. She is organized (hallelujah)… everything is labeled and color-coded and sorted (double hallelujah), and G-man thrives in this environment! His day is structured, timed, and check-listed to exhaustion, and this makes us HAPPY! He loves school and is a completely different child!
I do not expect that this will be forever, but for now, I will be thankful for such a blessing, however long it lasts!
Psalms 51:15 “0 Lord, open you my lips; and my mouth shall shew forth Your praise”.
Cape wearing Mommy